The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-03-01

way again. Nnut II tnere nau been
an accident to the cars, and she had
seen Molly crushed to death and could
not lift hand to save her?
She casped the child so closely Mt
chat horrid thought that she
cried out in her sleep. Mary
hushed her, and tried to con.
troll her thoughts. She endeavored
to recall the consultations OF her earn.
est religious faith; but the words even
en- of Scripture fell lifeless on her mem.
DRY. Poor human nature is so weak,
both in mind and body, that blow
staggers it and shakes even the foun.
dations. She was stunned, hurt, DIES.
perate; neither submission nor indig.
nation came ather call; she could only
whisper u helpless, vague appeal to
God, like
Children crying in the night
And with no Language but acry.
Presently Molly woke up, cross, hot
and quite intractabe enough to
occupy her mother for the
next half hour in soothing her
fretiul temper, washing the warm face
and hands, smoothing the damp curls,
and beguiling her sorrows with red
apple from the lunch counter.
Then after little while, the window
OF the ticket Office opened, Mary
bought her ticket to L., dropped a
dollar into the station maids hand,
who received it with an astonished
stare, and q grim "Thankye," and
then grasping little Molly's hand went
out into the fresh air and paced the
platform till the porter shouted;
western Express! Passengers ior
the Eastern, all aboard
Once homeward bound it seemed as
ii her grief and terror were renewed
Molly slept; but in spite OF all her ef
forts, Mary could not help recalling
the last thing her eyes saw before she
tainted, and her soul covered before
what she must meet now.
The road seemed interminable; there
was q delay ut one station waiting, for
freight train had jumped the track
in the morning, and was neither of
moron MS yet, and that delay involved
another further on, when an excursion
party OF railway directors and their
friends were due and had the right o,
way. 1t was dark when Mary reached
L--but she took the first car.
riage that offered and lift.
ing in sleepy Molly, torn her
self by conflicting emotions OF grief,
dread and anxiety, she at last arrived
Mt her fathers door.
She paid the driver hurriedly; ana
with Molly in her arms rushed in at
the front door, which happened to be
unlocked. A bright light streamed
from the glass doorof the dinine-room
at the end OF the hall. Breathless,
painting, pale rs n sheet, and with n
face of woe, she tluug open the door
dropped Molly from her grasp, and,
with wild shrek flung herself into
her mothers arms Yes, there was
that deplored Mother, stout, hearty,
uninjured IN life or limb, just rising
from the dessert that fingered on the
dinner table, to see who came in at the
front door in that eager, familiar fash
ion and there sat her placid father,
with the remainder OF n big pear on
his plate, his eyes wide open, his
mouth agape, struck dumb by her en-
trance, for he had Just said:
IL hope Mary has got TO c. by this
time, and taken her section in the
sleeper. telegraphed them to reserve
q whole section; she will he so much
more comfortable with Molly"
And here she was weary, weeping,
pallid and almost hysterical.
"Why, Mary Dutton!' exclaimed
her mother after Mary had sobbed
out her piteous story.
"Why, never in the world thought
you was looking out, or I'd have tele.
graphed to the train. You see that
other engine was very near, and I'd
got my eyes sort OF dull with crying,
and for minute stood still to get
my balance, that coupling of the cars
shook me so, you know. Then ! saw
the engine begin to come, and | start
ed across; it was foolish, but there
was time enough, only my cloak had
got unbottoned at the top and slip
ped back, so it was caught in a
splinter, on the end of n tie, and
that sort OF hindered me. ! stumbled,
woman screamed, for fear was
going to fall; but didn't. | caught
myself up, the cloak tore of my back
and fell down; for in the pull the 9th
err button went, and | cot over the
other rail only just in time, and then
fell, but not to hurt me, for a man
had run forward to get me of the
track, and | Tell right against him.
There's the cloak, pretty well run
over"
Mary turned. The torn and dusty
remnants of Charity" hung on a
chair; for Mrs, Warren had brought
them out to illustrate her story to
her husband.